| February 1, 2014

I took a piece of plastic clay And idly fashioned it one day, And as my fingers pressed it, still It moved and yielded to my will. I came again when days went past: The bit of clay was hard at last. The form I gave it still it bore. But I could change that […]

Little Boys-How I Adore Them

| June 28, 2010

Sticky fingers dirty faces always running competitive races Cars and tractors, blocks and boats adventurous feats and mud-stained coats Riding bikes and trikes down bumpy roads in search of bugs and frogs and toads Guns and swords and broken britches bloodied knees and endearing kisses Rough and tough yet caring and loving exploring and conquering, […]